Exceptional My Version of Haibun When The Toll Is Took by michaelcahill

When The Toll Is Took                                    by michael cahill                He could laugh, even with a hole in his throat. Some round thing slapped against his Adam's apple making a whirring sound. Creepy. But, he looked nuts enough to get us goin'. That cigarette, camel non-filter … he broke them off, stickin' in that hole, smoke pourin' out. Shudder time. He still had one between his fingers when we found him. Kinda of a bluish color. Slumped over, but not a great deal more than usual. Fifty-two years old. Thirteen cigs left out of twenty. Over half of a liter bottle of vodka left and a few sips of a vodka Collins to finish the glass. Goodbye uncle Johnny.   one last puff I'd trade it now for one more breath   Recognized Author Notes The last part was to be my entry for the Air 3-5-3 prompt, but apparently I've entered too many. Me????

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